While walking through a museum recently, I had the thought that enjoying art enables one to become an extension of the artists.

It’s possible through their hand and eye to experience a perspective not normally our own. Strolling a little further with this thought wrapped in my mind, I came across a piece designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. It served to strengthen this argument even more in my thinking.

Only three tombstones bore names among the many stones scattered across the abandoned cemetery. A few field stones placed at the head and foot of many graves stood as silent sentinels to the memory of a life once lived. In some sections, graves were closely clustered, where family members obviously had been lovingly laid side by side. The care taken then has long been forgotten as the graves were abandoned to time. Most graves were marked only by shallow indentations where wood caskets and their contents had long ago passed from “ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”